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"Hunted"
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(copyrighted © Allure Books 2001)

     Ana could hear the Norman lord who conquered her people behind her thrashing through the forest as she ran. It was terrifying because he never yelled her name, yet came relentlessly and steadily after her. The forest was hot and humid around her and in moments she was drenched with perspiration until her thin shift was clinging to her with every movement. At least she had sturdy sandals on her feet, she thought, scrambling over a pile of rotting wood.

     Inexplicably, she suddenly changed her direction and started toward the sacred grounds. She would never out last the Norman lord’s power and stronger stamina. He would hunt her down. Yet somehow she needed to be at the sacred grounds of her Saxon birthright. A place of myths and ancient power.

     He caught her at the stone temple with the smooth stone alter bench right before them. He nearly tackled her from behind as he grabbed her and they both sprawled over the bench. Strangely he broke the harshness of her fall with one unyielding forearm circling her waist from behind. They were both bent over the bench and the heat and sweat of him drenched her senses while his muscular thighs corralled her buttocks.

     "Foolish, wench, it is treacherous here," he hissed harshly through his labored breath. "Cougar, bear, and even the wild boar could halt your flight with blood!"

     "I know!" Ana gasped through gulps of air trying to catch her breath.

     "By the saints!" he swore, dragging her upward and roughly turning her to face him "You know this!" he uttered furiously, shaking her as she clutched her fingers into the sweat dampened cloth covering his chest.

     "Mercy!" she begged senselessly as he dug his fingers into the damp ringlets of her long blonde hair. The pressure of his palms lifted her up to him on her toes as his lips came crashing down over hers. The sweat from their faces mingled with the vigorous gnawing of their lips as he twisted her head to the side and forced her lips open with his tongue. He dined on her mouth with deeper sweeps of his tongue until she was whimpering and clawing to get closer to him with her fingers digging into the bunched muscles of his shoulders. When he broke his bruising lips away from hers, she whimpered needily calling him back to her.

     "You are mine," he uttered fiercely. Then her roughly he turned her around so her back was to him and he hissed a bass order of  the conquer. "Undress."

     Ana was dazed in passion from the kiss . . . from being caught . . . from hearing the Norman lord utter so masculinely that she was his. "M-Mercy," she stuttered mindlessly as his hands came around her and began to untie the front of her shift.

     "There is no mercy here, Ana," he growled. "You have guided the chase here, for this. You want this!" He pulled her shift backward and down off her shoulders to her waist. The movement thrust her bare breasts forward into the warm sunlight. The Norman lord hissed and angry panting sound as he caught her elbows pulling them backward and propelling her naked breasts even higher to his gaze. The tips of her breasts were flagrant, jutting forward in dishonored longing, pink and trembling in the sunlight.

     "I will see you bared to my gaze," he uttered as he brought his rough-skinned hand upward to clasp her throat, coercing her neck to arch backward over his broad shoulder. The position was humbling, as he used his other hand to pull the shift down over her hips. This freed her wrists and she instantly swung her hands upward to cover her shameless breasts. In moments she was naked caught between his large muscular body and the bench.

     "Will you beat me?" Ana cried as the Norman lord lifted one leg to set his boot against the bench with bent knee imprisoning her nudity further against him. She could feel his enraged male cock against her buttocks. It was a rigid outline of  raw power, taunting her.

     "I shall beat you," he muttered. "I shall beat you with my cock, maiden fair."

     Ana nearly choked on the endearment heard from his mouth. He had every right to ravish her, take her roughly without consent. Yet if he called her maiden fair, could she be given hope.

     "Kindness, I am a maid," she begged flexing her tender throat muscles against his hand.

     "A virgin," he hissed.

     "Yes, my lord, yes!" she cried.

     Suddenly the Norman lord’s free hand was there, between her thighs and Ana cried out in fear, yet there was nowhere to go. She was trapped with his big hand cupping her innocence.

     "Yet you kiss as a vixen, look as a lovely minx, and feel as ripe as a accomplished young wench."

     Ana choked on a squeal at brash movement between her thighs. He was stroking her! Touching her secret lips in a way, she had never felt before. His fingers were blunt and wide, and he used one abrasive finger to invade those reluctant lips. "Oh please," she gasped squirming against him, but he was relentless. Her hands fell from her breasts to his hand between her thighs, yet this did not stop his mercenary caresses, and she could only hold onto his thick wrist as he explored her liberally. The wetness there was hot and moist, the ache was endless now, and one spot was furious with sharp angry pangs of emotion that left her moaning uncontrollably.

     "Yes, maiden fair," the Norman lord rasp as his tongue wet her imprisoned throat. "Moan for me, beautiful Saxon wench. Moan and I will touch you here."

     "Ooo," Ana cried as her thighs twitched and fell open with a will of their own. The Norman lord touched the nubbin of flesh again and she moaned, he pressed hard and she cried out, then he began to circle the tip of his finger and she whimpered.

     "Now, lovely Saxon wench, you will bend over the bench and show me your pretty blonde cunt."

     "Yes," Ana cried as the Norman lord released her and she willingly went down on her stomach over the bench.

     "Your thighs, maiden fair, open your thighs and let me see you," the Norman lord commanded.

     The stone was cold against the heat of her breasts as Ana spread her legs before her Norman lord. The place between her legs was aching with something she could not fathom, yet seemed to drive her. She knew that he was looking at her intimately seeing everything that she should keep hidden, were she able. And the thoughts that he was looking at her drew on her hotly, making her undulate her hips and nearly beg him to touch her again.

     "So fair and pink, lovely maiden," he uttered.

     Then Ana felt his blunt fingers again and she nearly shrieked in anticipation. Yet this moment he did not touch her hungry nubbin but circled his finger around the entrance to her very core. "Oh hh!" she cried uncontrollably and in the midst of her shriek his finger was inside her, filling her with strange erotic fullness.

     "Maiden, you are so tightly made," he rasped. "A true virgin lady." The Norman’s fingers withdrew then from thrilling uncomfortableness yet returned to the nubbin that she would beg so shamelessly over. "You will be my virgin offering. You will be mine. Yet I will not take you so harshly and so soon, my maiden fair. It will be our sons that will unite this land and I will not have you care for me harshly."

     "Our sons!" Ana cried even as he rubbed between her secret lips yet again and petted over the nubbin of her desire.